Creedence Clearwater Revival - fortunate son

Creedence Clearwater Revival - fortunate son (lyrics)

Some folks are born to wave the flag
Ooh they're red white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh they point the cannon at you Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one no

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord don't they help themselves oh
But when the tax man comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more!

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one